I don't know why I was inspired to write this.
 
Trigger words: Bestiality, High Fantasy, Punchfucking
 
>Nobody said the life of a dragon knight was going to be easy.
>The training was gruelling.
>The gruel was revolting.
>And the revolt...
>Best not to talk about that.
>On top of life in the barracks, the exclusivity and inherently secretive nature of the order prevented you from such luxuries as friends and partners.
>Despite your many test sorties, the only pretty ladies you’ve seen have been the size of ants as viewed from drakeback.
>Still, there’s one girl that’s stuck by you.
“Isn’t that right, Natasha?”
>Natasha gurgles a whining growl of affection to you and shows you more of her jawline.
>Her glistening, onyx scales throw the firelight in the stables in a multitude of directions, casting their own constellations on the stone walls of the cave.
“Oh, you big softy. C’mere.”
>You get closer to Natasha’s huge, plated head.
>You work the brush in between the part where her jaw meets her neck.
>The ticks and mites love to nest there, even if they haven’t got a chance of piercing dragon hide.
>You always spend a lot of time there in these grooming sessions.
>You half expect that actually, Natasha just likes you brushing there.
>In battle she’s the very incarnation of hellfire itself.
>And yet in the quiet moments like now, it’s almost like she’s a gigantic, scaled, fire-breathing cat.
>Almost as if in response to your thoughts, she rolls over onto her side to expose her belly to you.
>You shake your head and smile.
>Seems like you’re done cleaning her jawline.
>Natasha knows what she wants, and she wants it now.
>You move onto Natasha’s belly, picking a softer brush for her sensitive parts.
>Even if dragon hide is stronger than steel, it’s her most vulnerable point, and actually very sensitive for her.
>It took 5 years of companionship for her to let you near it.
>You remember when your instructor praised you for finally getting her to do so.
>”Well would you look at that. Looks like we’ve got our first dragon handler, folks!”
>The sparse applause of frustrated initiates was underwhelming.
>It was true; you were the first of your class to build such a good bond with your dragon.
>Unfortunately, it earned you the nickname of “Dragonfucker” from your jealous peers.
>You hear footsteps from behind you.
>And then the inevitable sniggering.
“What do you want, Tidus?”
>”Pfft. Nothing with a loser like you. It just amazes me how every time I come in here I find you in a compromising position with your girlfriend.”
>You come out of your thoughts to realise that you’ve made enough progress on Natasha’s belly to be situated right between her hind legs.
>Right over her vaginal slit.
“Come in here more often, and you might see something different.”
>”Haha. As if I’d be seen dead with you, Dragonfucker. You spend all of your time in here. Haven’t you thought of dating someone of your own species?”
>Your fists clench your brush as you try not to let Tidus’ jibes get to you.
>Sensing your discomfort, though, Natasha’s neck cranes upwards to see the threat that has you agitated.
>Her slit irises lock onto Tidus with cold, hard disdain.
>Her lips fold back to reveal her glistening fangs – row after row of razor sharp teeth that are now bared at something only a quarter of the size of her.
>She rolls onto all four of her legs and tenses her muscles in preparation for a fight.
>Her offensive growl makes your chest vibrate.
>”H-hey! Call her off! This isn’t funny, man!”
>Tidus, while being a dragon knight like you, didn’t spend much time in class, and so makes the number one mistake and cause of fatalities in training:
>He locks eyes with your enraged dragon companion.
>Natasha takes this as a challenge, and so starts to move forward to attack.
>”OH CRAP!”
>She issues no roar.
>This is a threat to her family, and she can take care of it easily.
>That would be, if it weren’t for you.
>You rush in front of Natasha and spread your arms.
“Natasha! No! Stop!”
>She pauses, her pupils flitting away from her prey to lock onto yours.
>She growls in annoyance and frustration as she sees your stalwart command blocking her from attacking.
>She relents and backs down, shuffling backwards into her pen and curling up into a ball.
>Steam pours from her nostrils, though, and she still has one eye trained on Tidus.
>”H-h-holy shit! I thought I was gonna be eaten!”
“Don’t worry, Tidus. Natasha doesn’t need to eat you to turn you into a piece of shit. You already are one.”
>Tidus finally finds his courage again and gets up from his cowering posture.
>Now that the threat has been nullified, of course.
>He still proceeds to the exit of the stable cave with incredible haste.
>”Y-your dragon is a fucking psycho, man! She needs to be put down!”
>Natasha silences his jabbering with a final roar, showing off her fanged maw once more and sending Tidus skittering away for good.
>You look up to Natasha disapprovingly.
“Nat... You’ll have woken up the other dragons with that...”
>Natasha looks down at you, passive to your complaints.
>Instead of being admonished, she rolls over onto her side to expose her belly again.
>She expects a reward.
>...
>To be honest, you think she deserves one, too.
>You get back to work on Natasha’s belly rub, starting once more at her chest and working along down to her tail.
>Natasha purrs with her eyes closed the entire time.
>You know her well enough to know when she’s enjoying herself.
>If she could smile, she would be doing so right now.
>Then again...
>A smile of that magnitude would be terrifying.
>Your own smile creeps onto your lips.
>You can’t help it.
>You’re just in a better mood around Natasha.
>Your bond even manifests itself in combat.
>You’re not the best lance or spear user around, but your synergy with Natasha more than makes up for that.
>She seems to know just the right time to strike with you for maximum effect.
>You’ve laid waste to entire encampments together like that.
>She’s such a fierce beast, and yet...
>She shows her softer side to you, and you alone.
>Like right now.
>Natasha’s foreclaw scratches her chest.
>You’re sure that in her head she’s “helping.”
>You sigh and continue onwards.
>Natasha’s large body requires a lot of effort, but you’re sure it’s worth it.
>Nobody can deny that your dragon casts a stunning image in battle.
>Her black body strikes fear into the hearts of your enemies.
>Her meticulously manicured claws are ever sharp and ready to turn men into ribbons.
>And her vaginal slit is glistening wet.
>...Wait.
>Go back a sec.
>Natasha huffs a plume of steam from her nostrils, and that’s when you notice.
>She’s looking at you.
>You lock eyes with her for a second.
>Ah, piss.
>Natasha rolls onto all fours again, and you can tell already that she’s agitated.
“W-whoa, girl. Whoa!”
>She isn’t listening to you right now.
>She’s advancing slowly, placing one deliberate claw in front of another as she plods towards your annoyingly slowly retreating body.
“What’s gotten into you, Nat?”
>Natasha growls from the pit of her belly.
>Her eyes are fixed on you with a predatorial lust that can only come from such a magnificent beast.
>This is it.
>This is how you die.
>You fucked up somewhere and this is it.
>You keep your eyes locked with Natasha’s the entire time.
>You might as well see your own death.
>Her serpentine neck coils just a split second before she strikes.
>Despite your will to watch, you flinch reflexively and close your eyes.
>So this is how Tidus feels!
>You wait for the blow to come...
>But it never does.
>You open your eyes.
>Natasha’s huge pupil is in front of you, looking at you intensely.
>She nudges your stomach with her cheek, almost pushing you over with her enthusiasm.
>Then she quickly stomps over to her nest, where she gets to work in rearranging the straw.
“Oh, don’t tell me... It’s that time again?”
>Natasha looks back to you when she hears your voice and grunts in what you assume is the affirmative.
“No wonder you were so antsy...”
>Natasha is making a nest for a new dragon.
>She hasn’t been impregnated, though.
>Dragon breeding is a strict practice that is only done by the master dragon handlers of the order.
>No, she lays unfertilized eggs for a few days every month.
>That would explain why she was dripping earlier...
>While in her ovulating phase, she becomes incredibly horny.
>You’ve found yourself pinned to the walls of her stable cave once or twice.
>Usually when Tidus is walking past.
>But Natasha is acting strangely today.
>She’s looking at you still.
>Almost expectantly.
>Natasha relies on you for so much.
>Grooming, feeding.
>Protection?
>The two of you are a duo in almost all aspects of life.
>She protects you, just like from Tidus earlier.
>You protect her in battle from those that might attack her flank.
>You have trust, the two of you, in each other.
>And so now what?
>Natasha trusts you to do something more?
>Something new?
>You draw closer to your dragon.
>Her eyes are locked onto you the entire time.
>Those intense, yellow jewels that have bored holes in so many other lesser men.
>Now they shine with another emotion.
>As you get within arm’s reach, Natasha rolls over to expose her belly again.
>This time, with purpose, you are drawn to her dripping slit.
>It’s subtle, but the flesh around her slit is slightly raised.
>It must be because her lips are engorged with arousal.
>You look from Natasha’s flower to her head.
>She sees that you acknowledge her needs, and so lays her head down on a bed of straw.
>Her eyes are closed.
>She trusts you completely.
>Well, then.
>Time to get to work!
>You place a hand on her fleshy belly.
>She purrs yet again.
>You can feel her heat through her skin.
>It’s higher than usual, and that’s saying something.
>You trace your hand down towards her slit, remarking at how her temperature is rising as you get closer to her prize.
>By the time you get there, the cool night air that caused goosebumps on your skin has been completely dispelled.
>You look once more for reaffirmation from Natasha’s eyes.
>You get none.
>Her eyes are closed in relaxation.
>So once again you focus on what lays before you.
>You immediately realise there is a logistical problem with this setup.
>Natasha is much, much bigger than you.
>How are you meant to pleasure something so gigantic?!
>Well, your dick definitely won’t be seeing any action tonight.
>You straddle one of Natasha’s hind legs.
>Using a couple of fingers you spread her lips.
>Immediately a jet of juices gush out and you smell her scent.
>It’s incredibly potent and reflects her nature.
>Sweet, and yet with a very sharp spike of something spicy.
>You can see her reptilian vagina clearly now, in a way that perhaps very few dragon knights are privy to.
>Her white flesh is smooth and slick.
>Its uniform colour is only interrupted by her urethra; a black dot on a sea of alabaster glory.
>The whiteness continues further into her body, further from whence her juices originate.
>And that is wherein lies your goal.
>The heat from her is amazing already.
>You take the time to remove your top.
>The cold air bites at your skin slightly, but then Natasha chases it away with her presence.
>You spread her lips once more with one hand, and with the other cup it into a spear point.
>Slowly and gently you thrust into her.
>She stirs slightly and huffs steam from her nostrils once more in approval.
>Her passage is tight, yet well lubricated.
>It allows you entry quite easily.
>You fit your arm in up to your wrist with no trouble at all.
>Once in, you clench your hand into a fist.
>It increases your effective girth, and Natasha growls in contentment.
>You push forward even further and make it to your forearm.
>Now you can feel Natasha’s cervix on your knuckles.
>It’s soft and spongy, but you can feel already that there is a hardness behind it.
>Her eggs must be developing in her womb.
>You decide to increase your pace, seeing how Natasha is a big girl.
>She’s been through much worse on the battlefield.
>She probably takes offense to you treating her so gently.
>You draw your arm out to the wrist, noting how cold the outside seems now that you’re drenched with her juices.
>Natasha bears her teeth in protest to your withdrawal, so you quickly rectify that by driving your arm back inside her.
>Her tail thrashes with delight as you punch your way into her.
>You punch over and over again, making lewd squelching noises with each thrust.
>Your fisting is having the desired effect on your partner.
>Her foreclaws clench reflexively and rhythmically in sync with your movements.
>Her growling intensifies with her irregular, hitched breaths, and her huffing increases in volume.
>She’s getting into it, you can tell.
>This is the privilege of your bond.
>You’re happy to provide for your friend.
>Your companion.
>And now your lover.
>Despite her draconian form, you are tenting in your pants.
>Perhaps your proximity to her saturating juices is starting to have an effect on you.
>Perhaps it’s being elbow deep in a creature so much stronger than you, who could at any time rip you to shreds.
>Perhaps it’s love.
>Either way, you are aroused, just as much as Natasha.
>You daren’t pleasure yourself, though.
>You don’t want to divert attention from your partner and potentially incur her wrath.
>You stand up, resting your chest against Natasha’s fleshy belly.
>It gives you more leverage, and so your thrusts increase in vigour as a result.
>Being so close to her now, you can feel her heartbeat through your chest.
>Her massive heart beats quickly and strongly, pumping blood to her gaping sex as you punchfuck her to absolute bliss.
>You find yourself unconsciously humping Natasha’s belly in the vain hope to relieve your own pent up arousal, but succeed only in working yourself up more.
>In tandem with your own rising fire, Natasha’s pleasure levels start to approach critical levels.
>Your arm is getting tired, but you can’t stop fisting her.
>You must please her, lest she decide you are an incompetent lover and bite you as punishment.
>As she reaches her peak, her grunts become more vocal and turn into yelps.
>Her yelps turn into groans.
>And her groans reach a crescendo, culminating in another massive roar that echoes throughout the mountainside cavern.
>A torrent of juices alerts you to Natasha’s climax, drenching your trousers and pushing your arm out of her with a slurping pop.
>You hear the roars of the other dragons in their own caverns.
>They respond to her outcry in kind.
>It makes you wonder if any of them are having their own experiences with their riders.
>You walk over to a nearby towel to clean yourself up and then look back to Natasha.
>She’s sleeping soundly on her side, in exactly the same position that you left her.
>You guess you earned the title of “Dragonfucker” tonight.
>And you couldn’t be happier.
 
>The next day during training, your instructor approaches you just as Natasha decides to show you affection by licking your face.
>”You know, I swear you two work better every day. How do you do it?”
“Oh, you know. It’s just a matter of taking the time to bond properly.”
>Natasha rolls over onto her side and looks at you pleadingly.
“Later.”